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So this week is off to a wonderful start.
He says, dripping with sarcasm.
We're renting out the facility to a navy program that is holding classes here. A person arrives late and is looking for his name on the rosters that are on the doors of the various classes to see which one he's supposed to be in.
Failing to find his name he spots me walking in the hall wearing my work shirt and name tag and asks me where he's supposed to be.
Well not having the slightest clue in hell how that program goes on, I tell him that I can't help him, but I know the woman who normally makes sure that everyone gets to their proper classes in the morning and I'll go and find her.
Flip Out City! You get on this two album set such hits as "You work here! Why don't you know where I'm supposed to go?", "You're not going anywhere until you tell me which class I'm supposed to be in!", "Don't you talk into that radio while I'm talking to you!", "I'll have your job you lazy prick!" and many many more.
Since I can't call on the radio, can't leave to get some help, and certainly am unable to answer his question I just hit the button on my radio during his rantings and ravings in the hope that someone will come to my rescue. My manager hears the ruckus and comes searching. She finds me and the guy starts ripping into her about my rudness in not providing the information that I don't have.
My manager explains that I didn't have the information because no one at the facility has it either. The best thing to do is to go and find Mrs. [person] who RUNS the classes and can figure out why he's not on the roster. We do she straightens him out.
Turns out that he was scheduled next week but since he's on vacation that week he took it upon himself to show up to the classes a week early without telling anyone.
If today is an indication of the rest of the week, I'm going to need to start drinking.
M
He says, dripping with sarcasm.
We're renting out the facility to a navy program that is holding classes here. A person arrives late and is looking for his name on the rosters that are on the doors of the various classes to see which one he's supposed to be in.
Failing to find his name he spots me walking in the hall wearing my work shirt and name tag and asks me where he's supposed to be.
Well not having the slightest clue in hell how that program goes on, I tell him that I can't help him, but I know the woman who normally makes sure that everyone gets to their proper classes in the morning and I'll go and find her.
Flip Out City! You get on this two album set such hits as "You work here! Why don't you know where I'm supposed to go?", "You're not going anywhere until you tell me which class I'm supposed to be in!", "Don't you talk into that radio while I'm talking to you!", "I'll have your job you lazy prick!" and many many more.
Since I can't call on the radio, can't leave to get some help, and certainly am unable to answer his question I just hit the button on my radio during his rantings and ravings in the hope that someone will come to my rescue. My manager hears the ruckus and comes searching. She finds me and the guy starts ripping into her about my rudness in not providing the information that I don't have.
My manager explains that I didn't have the information because no one at the facility has it either. The best thing to do is to go and find Mrs. [person] who RUNS the classes and can figure out why he's not on the roster. We do she straightens him out.
Turns out that he was scheduled next week but since he's on vacation that week he took it upon himself to show up to the classes a week early without telling anyone.
If today is an indication of the rest of the week, I'm going to need to start drinking.
M
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